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I'm sorry for:
fucking this up.
making you cry.
having issues.
driving you insane.
the laughs.
making you love me.
letting you love me.
not knowing what to say.
not being what you want.
getting us in trouble.
giving you hopes.
giving you dreams.
dragging you into my problems.
writing this.
not talking.
hurting you.
making you say goodbye.
I'm sorry for everything.
But most of all,
I'm sorry for ruining what we had,
what we could've had,
and what we'll never have.
fucking this up.
making you cry.
having issues.
driving you insane.
the laughs.
making you love me.
letting you love me.
not knowing what to say.
not being what you want.
getting us in trouble.
giving you hopes.
giving you dreams.
dragging you into my problems.
writing this.
not talking.
hurting you.
making you say goodbye.
I'm sorry for everything.
But most of all,
I'm sorry for ruining what we had,
what we could've had,
and what we'll never have.
Literature
Emo? I think not
So, because I have cuts on my wrists, arms, legs, hips and stomach, I am Emo.
Think again,
Emo is for losers with nothing better to do
Emo is a fad that people follow because it's "cool" to cut yourself.
Emo is a label applied to everyone who self harms, whether they are or not
Emo is a derogatory term used by teenagers to make fun of cutters
Emo is a word belonging only to those who have no REAL reason to be sad.
I, my friend, am a cutter...
Being a cutter is feeling completely worthless.
Being a cutter is feeling like your heart has been ripped to bloody shreds, without it's constant beat ever ceasing.
Being a cutter is not wan
Literature
Just Like You
The first thing he said was,
"You always wear long-sleeves
and jeans?"
An obvious sign
He has experience
With this.
But with a glance at his arms and ankles,
He was scar-free
He looked me in the eye
Refused to drop my gaze
I was puzzled
But then he slowly pulled up his shirt
Criss-crossing his chest
His collar bone
And shoulders
Were marks of cold nights
Spent so alone
Couldn't help but stare in wonder
Whisper, "You're broken, too?"
As my stomach fluttered,
He replied, "Yeah, just like you."
Literature
I'm Lying
I say I'm ok but inside I'm dying
Blame allergies but really I'm crying
Tell you nothing's wrong
I'm lying
Smile like I'm happy
I'm really just faking
Behind this facade my heart is breaking
Maybe for a second you'll worry
I'll say I'm fine,everyone's favorite line
Then I must leave as my vision goes blurry
The sorrow begins anew
But I would
not want to bother you
I'll be right back,don't worry all's good
I'm lying
Everybody surrounds me,and it's so sick
They are vying
For my attention
Because it seems my life is perfect
The price of perfection-not worth it
I'll say I'm alright,I'm lying
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idk. i fucked it up ik it.
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I can see every point made in this poem nice writing.